Poems (Merrill)/Home is Where the Heart Dwells

Poems
by Clara A. Merrill
Home is Where the Heart Dwells
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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART DWELLS



Would I leave my home—my native hills
For the city by the sea—
Or leave the lane where the woodbine swings
And all is dear to me?
Would I leave my birds for the stately ships
That sail in the harbor blue—
Leave the flowers, fresh from the hand of God
And kissed by the morning dew?

Would I leave my cot for a mansion grand
In the city by the sea,—
Or leave the friends whom I long have loved
Who are so dear to me?
Would I leave my bower mid the roses sweet
Where the sun shines bright and fair—
Leave my pleasant strolls in the forest glade
In the country's fragrant air?

Nay, I'd not leave my peaceful hill
For the city by the sea—
Here earliest recollection clings
And all is dear to me.—
I'd not leave my cot where the willows wave
For the city's proudest dome!
Where e'er the heart in fondness dwells
To me is "Home Sweet Home."